What can push you to the edge? What are you moved by? Who are you moved by?

First, Alfred Noyes takes the stage. The road was a ribbon of moonlight. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.  Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? — Now, an inspired mentee. A bubbling sense of panic, that pierced like needles through the skin. Too strained to…

Sometimes we make a mountain out of a mole hill. And other times, we make a mole hill out of a mountain. At that point, it’s one foot in front of the other. Incremental progress.

Not my plan. Not my agenda. Not my objective.

The subway pulled in, and through the doors, a man holding a guitar could be seen. Tonight’s transportation was accompanied by a serenade. As the music played, well wishes for the traveler’s evening were tossed like confetti. In the background, a shout could be heard. She was demanding her share of the airwaves. Two performers…